I seriously think I'm of a different breed.
Its the freakin' holidays, and I made no attempt (nor vice-versa) to ask any friends out to go on a girly shopping spree.
(if i have any)

Instead, I spend my holidays wasting away at 108 West Coast Rise, pretending to study during the long boring afternoons when I'm just scribbling random words on paper and reading Agatha Christie's mystery novels. And wasting away in front of the computer at night.

Today was even better, I woke up at 12 (because I was talking to someone till 2am in the freakin' early hours >:B) and wasted myself away watching MTV Pop, The Real Life Austin, The Oprah show and some beginning of some shitty movie.

And basically I'm supposed to go take a shower like, now, because later we have this Dance Masquerade in church but I'm too lazy to get my bum moving upstairs.
And I'm meeting Vanessa at 4pm.


Tch.
It must be the flu thats turning me alien.

And Paul Twohill!!
That sweetie cried on National Television last night.
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If I were him I'll start mauling everybody.
I woke up specially to hear the interview on 98.7fm.
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